"Mm."
The Mystic Womb Corpse Refining Demon Monarch gave a faint nod, paying Ji Boyan no mind whatsoever as he turned to look at Fan Luming.
"Junior Brother Fan, it's been a long time. I've missed you dearly!"
Fan Luming cupped his hands. "Greetings, Senior Brother Sunx."
Ma Miaoyin also bowed gracefully, her manner much warmer than it had been toward Ji Boyan. "Senior Brother Sunx, your Corpse Dao has grown even more profound. I am truly envious."
Unfortunately, the Mystic Womb Corpse Refining Demon Monarch didn't even raise an eyelid, completely ignoring Ma Miaoyin.
Ma Miaoyin didn't seem the least bit embarrassed. On the contrary, she cozied up to him even more enthusiastically.
Ji Boyan let out a dry laugh, but his heart sank. A flash of displeasure, fleeting and gone in an instant, crossed his eyes.
'So this is the Holy Sect!'
'They all treat you based on your status.'
